its good short few pages
i really havent
like first name
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
its good
i love it here
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
plato
plato
we need to be deconstructing our identities
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
brb i will read and reply sincerely
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet